i wrote this poem
because of my
life., at the night
of gloomy darkness

this is a poem of my life

always wondering and thinking
brain with nothing
to concerntrate on
facing battles of bad
lucks
winning sittuations
while i was a loser

after tata madiba died
no brother to talk
no sister
no father to confront
no uncle and
no grandparents to be
blamed for this
bad cloud upon my back bone
darkness cloud that
darkened
my life

untill you abuse me
no otherwise or the other hitting me
physically and emotionally
i had to live in world of pretendive like a
slave man inside a
cage
with attitude of
death
without hope

afraid of your right
palm inside your hand
like an ant and anther
your holly life of abuse world..like a prey and breakfast

lest me be your supper and dinner
food inside a white
dinnerset
a clean white cloth
that angels wear
in haven
where i will never hear the sound of
your sharp
teeth inside you mouth
no stomach roars like a king
of jungles

alone at the night of glooms
where is dark and
scary
walking down the valley
of death
on hands of earth and
tears
of heaven, .

With attitude of
death
battles of
badlucks

Teboho petrus ntaita

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